Too Late

Too Late

Chapter 1

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As I quietly tip-toe through the house I hear the floorboards creaking behind me. I check inside my pocket to make sure my pistol is still there. It is.

"Turn around." says a voice, with such booming confidence it must be used to being listened to. I smirk and do as said. "Who are you?"

I almost laugh. The dumbass is holding a metal fucking spatula. I allow myself to pull my pistol out and point it right at his face. He drops the spatula. "I'm Jasmine. The daughter of the man you killed. The sister of the 12 year old girl you raped. Also know as the last face you'll ever see, Kevin."

"Shit." He mutters.

"Language. Now, say your last words so we can get this over with." I smile the most charming smile.

"Why are you doing th-" I pulled the trigger. Right between the eyebrows.

This
is
pretty
cool.
I
like
the
short
sentences
and
you
have
punchy
dialogue
but
not
all
of
it
seems
entirely
relevant
or
connected
and
reads
more
like
stock
lines
or
inspired
quips
that
have
been
sewn
together
just
slightly
off-beat.
You
manage
to
convey
a
lot
about
your
setting
through
a
minimum
of
description
which
is
really
cool
and
I
can't
wait
to
hear
how
your
protagonist
handles
getting
away
with
murder.